#so the entire family is going to try their darndest to make the reader feel special

[delightfulcrasher]

Hello! I can't tell if your still accepting ask or not but if not sorry to bug ya. If so can I ask for the Lord and his sons celebrating there guest/so's birthday? They love to celabrate it but people normaly forget? If not its ok hope you have a lovely day! :)

Celebrating the guests birthday:

(Edit: Okay so I wrote this and remembered I did another thing for the guest's birthday so I'm going to also link that here for the occasion.)

When you’re presumably immortal, or have a lack of aging, birthdays become irrelevant. How would you enjoy it if you were celebrating something completely mundane  every year? It would lose it’s value. 

Obviously they cannot know their guest’s birthday without them telling. I don’t think they would even ask, the concept of celebrating being completely forgotten by time. So no News Years party, Valentines, or St. Patricks. It would be up to the guest to let them know.

It has been quite a while since any of them celebrated anything really. Dimitrescu is the one who keeps track of the date, whilst the sons are happy to go about their lives never needing to. There is no need to fret about this day being forgotten, Albin will make a personal note of it.

Dimitrescu is in charge of pretty much everything. It’s not that he doesn’t trust his sons to plan, he just knows he can do a better job. Whatever the guest wants to do they will do. Whatever they want the day is theirs. Nothing is off the table... Well maybe not that far but you get the idea. It’s a shame knowing how forgetful people can be, so there is a lot to make up for.  

The sons try to have a hand in organisation. Try. I say this as their attempts to be involved are diminished. Belmont get’s close, actively getting involved with the process and offering advice. Daniel’s ideas are more centred on the guest, picking things he knows they would like. And everyone has to restrain Cassandros from handling the catering. He want’s to help, but please don’t eat anything he makes. 

If the reader wants a celebration they are going to get a celebration to remember. Today is going to be overflowing will love and appreciation for the guest, platonic or otherwise! 

#mod answers #re8 headcannons #lord dimitrescu #belmont dimitrescu #cassandros dimitrescu #daniel dimitrescu #Hi I really hope I answered this correctly! ;; #it must be such a shame to have people forget birthdays #trust me I know #so the entire family is going to try their darndest to make the reader feel special #please have a good day! (/≧▽≦)/

[green-eyeddragonfanfiction]

Valentine’s Day Countdown: Day 9

Valentine’s Day Countdown Collection

Day 9 of my Valentine’s Day Fanfic Countdown. If you’re interested in seeing your story/ship get written by me, found out more here!

Without any further ado, here are the requests that made today’s cut:

1) Dad!Sam (x Reader) 2) Dad!Bucky x Reader

Anonymous said to green-eyeddragonfanfiction: Sam Wilson taking his daughter (his and the readers child) out for a Valentine’s Day Date because Reader has to work? I’ve seen a lot of cute posts lately about good dads being their child’s first love and how it sets a good example and I can totally see Sam doing this

Pairing: Dad!Sam (x Reader) Warnings: Mentions of PTSD Word Count: ~1,941 A/N: AU where EVERYONE LIVES THROUGH INFINITY WAR AND IS HAPPY Bunckle = Uncle Bucky

“Dad!”

Sam looked up from his mission debriefing as his daughter ran into the room with a bright smile on her face.

When (Y/N) had stated she wanted kids, Sam had been hesitant at first. He didn’t lead a normal life, exactly. Even without all the Avengers stuff, he was ex-military. There was stuff you brought back with you from war, and while Sam constantly tried to work through it, there were still some days where it kicked his ass.

But their daughter- a precocious, mischievous five year old by the name of Sara- turned out to be the light of his life (well, the other light of his life, after you, of course). He loved her from the moment he laid eyes on her tiny form swaddled up in soft blanket in the hospital.

“Hey, sparrow! How’s my favorite girl in the whole wide world?” he said as he scooped her up into his arms.

“It’s Valentine’s Day!” she said with a huge smile.

“It is Valentine’s Day! Did you ask someone at the preschool to be your Valentine?” Sam asked with a smile. He didn’t have to worry about handsy boys or manipulative girls until puberty, at least. Until then, he could let her give chocolates and candies to boys or girls she thought were cute.

Sara giggled. “It’s you, silly!” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh, am I now?” Sam said with a laugh. Kids said the darndest things.

“Mhm!” she hummed.

“Alright, well what do you suppose we do today, then? Zoo? Aquarium? Smithsonian?” he asked playfully, knowing her answer already.

She gasped at the last option. “Smi-son-yan! I wanna see Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky!” she cheered excitedly.

Sam rolled his eye at the second name, but nodded along anyway. “And then we can pick up mom from work?”

She nodded eagerly. “Yeah! I love picking mommy up from work!” she said excitedly.

Sam chuckled and put her back on the ground. “Alright, sparrow. Go get your coat and then we’ll go.”

She ran up stairs, her laughter ringing out through the halls as she went. Sam chuckled at her exuberance. He gathered up his keys, wallet, and his two phones; one for his personal life and one for the Avengers.

“Daaaaad!” Sara called from upstairs. It didn’t sound urgent. Sam raised an eyebrow in question but hiked up the stairs and went into her room.

He saw the problem immediately. Her head was stuck in the confines of her sweater. She’d somehow managed to begin to shove her head in the sleeve, but couldn’t move anymore to get it out.

He bit back a laugh and walked over to her. “I got it, Sara,” he said reassuringly. With a gentle tug her head popped free. Sam tugged it down over her tiny frame and soothed her now-messy hair. “Ready to go?” he asked with a smile.

“Smi-son-yan!” she yelled in lieu of an answer.

Sam laughed and picked her up. He carried her down the stairs and out the door and locked it securely behind him. “Am I carryin’ you the whole way or are you gonna walk?” he asked with a smirk.

“Carry! Shoulders!” she said excitedly. She liked riding on his shoulders. It made her feel tall and let her see a lot more. She was a regular little bird, always wanting to be high up, just like her dad.

With a huff he hoisted her on top of his shoulders. She didn’t weight much, but she squirmed like the devil. “You know the rules. Hold on, now,” Sam said, trying to sound serious and failing because of the huge smile on his face. His huge hands wrapped securely around her ankles so that, in the event she lost her balance, she wouldn’t go crashing to the ground.

Two small hands placed themselves securely on his head. “Yes, papa.” A pause, then, “Uncle Bucky had more hair to hang on to,” she said. He could practically see the tiny frown on her face as she thought about it.

“Yeah, well, Bunckle needs a haircut,” Sam said dismissively.

“I like Bunckle’s hair! He lets me braid it!” Sara said excitedly.

Sam’s competitive streak flared up, but he tried to fight it. He and Bucky had worked past the worst of their rivalry. Bucky even babysat Sara whenever he and you had date nights. “But does he braid your hair as pretty as I do?” Sam asked playfully.

She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head to hard Sam could feel her entire body shake. “Nope!”

“Didn’t think so,” Sam said with a smirk.

The Smithsonian wasn’t that far from the house, so the walk wasn’t that bad. Driving would have been way more stressful, and Sam wasn’t an Avenger for nothing. Sara might have gotten tired by it if she had walked it, so Sam was almost glad he’d carried her on his shoulder the entire way there. Grumpy kids were the worst.

When she spotted the fountain and the huge grey face of the National Museum of American History, she squealed in excitement. “Put me down! Down down down! Please!” she said eagerly.

Sam laughed. “You gonna run off?” 

“No! Promise!” she said, though Sam was sure she’d forget that promise immediately.

He carefully picked her up off of his shoulders and set her down on the ground. Like he thought, she ran off towards the entrance immediately. As he jogged after her he reminisced fondly about the days when she couldn’t run.

He snatched her right as she was bout to go in the door and pulled her up into his arms.

“Wah! Daaad!” she said with a pout.

Sam ignored the accusing look and took a pamphlet from the greeter at the door. When the woman realized who she was looking at, her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open in shock.

“Y-you- Um- Thank you for- for everything,” she stuttered out. Sara looked from the greeter to Sam in confusion.

Sara didn’t know about Sam’s job yet. You said it’d give her a big head, just like her dad. Sam had tried to argue that second part, but ultimately he saw you were right.

“Just doin’ what I had to,” Sam said humbly, giving the greeter a small smile as he passed through the entrance with Sara in his arms. “Alright, sparrow. Where to first? Captain America exhibit or the First Ladies?” he asked.

“Uncle Steve!” she said excitedly. Sam smiled and set her down and she  raced off towards the Cap exhibit. She had a great sense of direction normally, but she’d been here to many times she knew the museum better than she probably knew their house. 

Sam walked languidly after her, always sure to keep her in sight. He turned the corner and was shocked to see the exhibit had expanded. The classic exhibit was still there, but it had been added to. Another room sported modern Captain America/Nomad facts and items. Bucky’s Memorial had been taken down and was replaced with a video screen, playing stories from Steve, Peggy, and the Barnes family about Bucky both before and after his “death” in the 40′s.

What shocked him the most, though, was the addition of a replica of his suit... as well as the painting of him behind it.

“Dad! Dad, that’s you!” Sara said excitedly and just a little too loudly as she pointed at the huge mural... because every head in the room turned to look at him. Everyone stopped talking, hissing in hushed whispers until, one by one, they broke out into applause.

Sam held a hand up in acknowledgement, mumbling thank you’s to the crowd, but all he could look at was his little girl, who looked so proud and excited he wanted to cry. She ran to him and he crouched down so he could catch her in his arms. The room aww’d as Sara crashed into him “I have the best dad in the world!” she declared proudly and loudly to the room, drawing laughs and smiles from everyone. Sam chuckled and lifted her up, throwing her in the air once before catching her again. She squealing in delight and the crowd laughed along with the two of them.

“C’mon, sparrow. We still got a lot of exhibits to see,” he said with a smile.

They walked out of the Smithsonian’s gift shop with kid-sized plastic Falcon wings (there had been a very large warning tag that said they wouldn’t actually let you fly, which made Sam laugh). She wore them the entire journey to your office building, making jet noises and pretending to fly through the air from on top of Sam’s shoulders as he ran down the street.

“Mission control to Falcon! Landing zone ahead!” Sam said, pretending to talk through an old school radio, making the static noises and everything.

“I hear ya, mizzin control! Comin’ in for a landing!” she said gleefully as Sam picked her up off of his shoulders and placed her dramatically on the ground.

“Mission control to Falcon! Destination reached successfully!” he said with a smile and held out his fist. Sara tapped it with her own tiny fist, giggling happily.

“What are you two doing?” came a voice from a few feet away.

Sam and Sara looked up to see you standing there, grinning at the two of them and weighed down by a huge briefcase.

“Mommy!” Sara squealed and ran to you, nearly knocking your feet out from under you as she wrapped her tiny arms around your legs with a surprising amount of strength.

“Hey, sparrow,” you said with a smile as you ran your brushed your fingers over her hair. When you noticed the tiny Falcon toy wings attached to her arms, you turned your glare on your husband, but he was already defusing the situation by ducking in to give you a kiss. He took the huge brief case from you and hefted it onto his shoulder.

You smiled into the kiss, but quickly remembered you were supposed to be mad. You broke away and glared at him. “Samuel Thomas Wilson. What are those?” you asked, pointing to the wings.

“Oh, we’re using the whole name, huh? That’s how it’s gonna be?” he asked playfully.

“Oooh, that’s how it’s gonna be,” you said as you crossed your arms. Sara was already distracted by running around, flapping her wings wildly as she waited for the adults to finish their conversation.

Sam laughed and pecked you on the cheek and your hard expression melted a bit. “They updated the Captain America exhibit... Guess who’s immortalized in wax, paint, and detailed costume recreations?” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Oh god, there’ll be no living with you now,” you joked good-naturedly.

Sam pretended to pout for a moment before smiling and leaning in to give you a loving, passionate kiss.

“Ewww, gross,” Sara said, dragging your attention from each other. You looked from Sara, then back at each other. You shared a knowing look and Sara seemed to sense she’d made a mistake because she giggle and turned to run away, but you and Sam scooped her up between you and placed a bunch of noisy, messy kisses to her face and head. “Nooo! Mommy! Papa!” she squealed happily, giggling loudly. Eventually the two of you let up, though Sara was still giggling happily.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my most favorite girls in the whole world,” Sam said, making both you and Sara smile.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Papa!”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sam.”

Anonymous said to green-eyeddragonfanfiction: Bucky x Reader where he lets you and your baby girl paint his arm and decorate it for Valentine’s Day because he knows how happy it’ll make you guys. ❤️❤️

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Reader Warnings: Swearing Word Count: ~541 A/N: soft!boi. AU where EVERYONE IS HAPPY AND ALIVE AFTER IW

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

You’d gotten used to living with an ex-assassin, but as soon as you’d had a daughter together, you’d had to a make an adjustment in the opposite direction. Where silence once meant safety, it now meant danger.

You got up from your spot on the couch and began prowling the house. 

“Bucky...?” you asked warily, starting to get worried the longer it was quiet.

“In here,” came Bucky’s soft voice from your daughter Rebecca’s room.

You breathed out a sigh of relief and meandered your way to the doorway, freezing at the sight before you.

Rebecca was practically covered head-to-toe in paint splotches and Bucky’s left arm was pink.

Like, no really. Pink. Hot pink, rose, magenta, fuscia, bubblegum. Little hearts were painted all over in white (although it had mixed with the pink in some places). You were pretty sure you spotted a drawing of what was supposed to be the three of you together holding hands. Not a single inch was left of the shiny black metal you were used to seeing.

“What... what are you two doing?” you asked with a smile. You should be upset that they’d gotten paint everywhere, but it was just too damn adorable for the frown to stick. At least Bucky had had the foresight to tie their hair up.

“Well, it was supposed to be a surprise...” Bucky said guiltily, as though he knew exactly what was going through your mind.

“No looking, mama!” Rebecca said, waving a paintbrush at you angrily. You nearly winced as a huge drop of paint hit your nice wood floor.

Bucky saw the look and gave you a reassuring smile. “Washables, Doll. I may be 101 soon, but I still don’t feel like kicking the bucket yet,” he said with a wink, knowing full well you’d chew his ass out of they got real paint on your floors. “We’ll clean it up.”

You smiled at him and walked over and kneeled down next to them. “I’m just sad you two didn’t invite me! I’ve never painted your Papa’s arm before,” you said mischievously as you sent Rebecca a wink, which sent her into a fit of giggles. “Can I join you?” you asked Rebecca sweetly. Bucky beamed at the two of you.

“Yeah! You can start painting the flowers!” Rebecca said as she handed you a brush and a small tub of washable hot pink paint. 

You smiled and talked happily as the two of you painted away until Bucky’s arm was up to Rebecca’s exacting standards. You couldn’t help but acknowledge how far Bucky had come from when you first met him. Although you always saw the good man under the frosty shell, you were sure he couldn’t ever have imaged being where he was now back then. A wife, a kid, his arm painted pink with hearts, flowers, and vague stick people on Valentine’s Day.

“I love you,” he said to the two of you, making you both pause and look up at him. The tender look in his eyes made your heart flutter in your chest.

“Love you too, Da!” Rebecca said happily.

You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Love you too, Buck.”

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